I’m not superstitious, so Friday the 13th means nothing to me. However, a picture of a black cat under a headline about the ominous date on the calendar inspired me to use the time on the train to fashion a post about my 13 worst travel experiences. I had a hard time coming up with 13. In fact, I could only come up with four. Lucky me, right?
Not so much.
The day started off innocently enough. After kissing my family goodbye, I get out the door and on the train that getting to the airport in plenty of time. I checked in online, so all I need to do is check my bag (yes, I checked a bag for a weekend trip).
Things don’t get scary until I hand the agent my boarding pass. That’s when, as I started to open my travel wallet, I realized that there is no point. Why bother opening the wallet to reach for the passport that will not be there, because said passport was safely tucked away in the drawer at home. Lucky me.
What am I going to do? I’ve got a race to get to. Team Mo Travels is depending on me. So I did the only thing I could and changed to a later flight. Fortunately there’s another flight in a couple of hours and a seat on that flight, which could be mine, not without penalty fees, of course, which of course, were substantial. Lucky me.
I bought the ticket, and no more than 10 minutes after I completed this transaction, and I am waiting for the train to go back home to get my passport, I received an SMS from the airline, informing me that the flight has been delayed. Not the later flight I’d just changed to, but the first flight I’d just changed from. And since the SMS also informed me that the airline would be offering refreshment vouchers, it was clear it wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Lucky me.
I go home, grab my passport and make it back to the airport in under 2 hours, and about 2 hours before my flight is scheduled to depart. After checking-in and going through security, I checked the monitor to find out the departure gate and noticed that the original flight I was booked on has been delayed, and is now scheduled to depart at around the time the flight that I changed to was scheduled to leave, and that the flight that I changed to, was delayed 90 minutes. Lucky me.
I did eventually get on a plane and make it to Milan, but by the time I got my bag and got from the airport into the city, the day is pretty much over.
And it was raining.
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